Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1887-10-27

Farquhar, you know. call How doth
| the little busy beev the gem Of the lam
guage. I hope you agree with me-"
| smiled my sweetest
| 81? Oh, certainly! OF course! Love
| ly, lovely" gasped my companion, star
| ing at me.
Silence falls between us for space.
| Finally, Daisy remarks that he cares very
| little for poetry.
GAS for literary girls, they are the worst,
! with their grammar and spectacles. They
| positively scare me- There was one-she
wrote graveyard verses for the Ftdsh-
| staying at Fox Lake last summer, and
| assure you she made my life miserable"
| Daisy spoke feelingly.
"She was pretty, if she did wear gog-
| giles, and an awful flirt. She was smart
| enough, too, you'd never suspect her of
poetry; but she had way OF poking fun
| at fellow, that was"-
"Inexcusable' This is thrown away.
"But tell me, Miss Ford, Pm awfully in
love, and want your advice. But the lady
| is-well, peculiar. How shall break it to
| herr"
"Gently, gently, by all means"
"Y-yes, shouldn't naturally care TOTO
| brighten her. She's very much like you,
Miss Ford; what would you say if I pro-
posed to your"
A horrible suspicion seizes hold of me.
| Can it be-
eyes, you are the angel I adore, Miss
Ford, Katherine. Tell me, oh, tell me, you
are mine. Forgive my want of frankness,
and tell me you can and do"-
"Can't, and don't, and never will! If
you don't get up off the carpet, and let go
my hand, 1 shall have a fit. Pm subject
| to fits; feel one coming on now. O-o-o-o!'
He was gone; he fairly flew. I never
wanted to indulge in Mysteries so bad in
| my life; but had seen Bess and her lover
| steering for our retreat, and the blood
| curdling groan which warned Daisy of my
| approaching fit came not a moment too
soon. I had barely time to step behind a
convenient curtain and draw its folds into
shape when they were in the room.
| Through a tiny loop hole l beheld Bess
staring blankly about.
''That girl is perfect will-o'-the- wisp
| for the last few days. Like the Irishman's
| lea-if she will pardon the expression
you can put your hand on her and she
| isn't there. Pm sure I saw her coming
here with Mr.. Deane."
"Then she has probably gone with Mr.
| Deane," said Mr.. Barrymore, in a matter
| Of fact tone.
$50 you knew a Miss Ford once. Wouldn't
| it be odd if your Miss Ford and my
cousin were identical? But nothing so
nice ever does happen.
His Miss Ford!
81 see your partner coming to claim you
| for this waltz. If you will excuse NE,
will remain in this cozy little nook until it
| is over. I am rather tired of dancing"
| So after she had f1oated smilingly away,
| he settled himself on the little sofa. His
| profile was toward me; there was a nose
| for your admiration, Aunt Margaret! He
sat, lost in thought, for what seemed an
age to me, standing stiff and straigh
against the wall, clutching my skirts
| tightly wi tn both hands.
| Suddenly he dived to the floor and
| picked up my bunch of violets. At that
very instant the fastening to my chate.
laine gave way, and my fan fell to the
| floor.
came out, with all the sangfro i'd the
situation would permit. The discovery OF
| my flowers had, perhaps, put him on the
scent, for he did not appear as overcome
| as anticipated. My manners would hav e
done credit to Aunt Margaret. l was glad
| to meet Mr.. Barrymore again; it is always
pleasant to renew old friendships, ETC.,
| etc.
"Good heavens, Katherine! Do not
| speak to me as if I were some Smith OF
| Brown. And so you are Miss Ford. 1 I'M
| derstood you were married before went
| abroad, after' -
81 shall be Katherine Ford to the end OF
the chapter. And now, let me congratu
late you on your engagement"
There are several loud crashes in the
music, the waltz will soon end. One long
stride brings him close to my side.
"Are you crazy? If not, perhaps you
will kindly tell me the name of my
fdncee 2"
Certainly; my cousin, Bessie Rogers,
| the nicest' -
| The mystified expression cleared from
his face, and short, light laugh blew il
away entirely.
cousin, Paul Barrymore?" One Of the
| finest" -
| ''Ohw We stand gazing at each 9th or.
A third person might have found US anus.
| ing.
"That was why you were hiding. Did
any thought of me make you choose
| these?"
He held up my flowers. My tongue has
lost it's glibness. can not think of sim
| gle fib likely to escape detection instant.
| Iy, and remain silent. Bess comes in un,
| observed.
$50 she was your Miss Ford Katherine,
how mean of you to say he looked like
| Crusoe. Mushrooms, indeedo
| Here 1 am at the end of the chapter; but
am not Katherine Ford. My husband,
| to be sure, is in the boot and shoe bust
ness, but do not allow any body to call
him hide and leather man.-Lulu W.
Mitchell, in Ballou's Monthly.